Intro Log.

[awashmods]

Ding, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Thin. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout. What a naughty boy was that, To try to drown poor pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, But killed all the mice in the farmer's barn.

ou wake in knee-deep water, cold as ice and stagnant, in a space that is far too echoey and spacious. It feels like a massive cave, but looking up... there's only one small, circular opening that shows grey sky and shines any sort of light. It looks like a long trip upwards, a small cylinder with walls of brick that's just a little too high to reach, even when jumping. Getting out is probably going to be a bit of a task, especially considering the water is more than cold enough to make limbs go numb. The dark makes it impossible to see much further, but the space seems large, all filled with water, but with no other way out, stone walls the only thing for an intrepid explorer to find. But most importantly of all... you're not alone. Welcome to Awash's first intro log, everyone! Please review the FAQ and rules before playing. Characters have all woken at the bottom of the well in the middle of the town (which seems a lot bigger on the inside, somehow), and it looks like they'll have to put in some work to get out. Once out, they'll be free to explore the various locations the Town has to offer at will. Just try not to die on any of the far-too-rickety walkways. Further information can be found here at the OOC post, and don't forget to greet your fellow players here!

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[skatebird]

[ Sometimes, you hear a familiar voice and it's like a leaden weight settling in your stomach.

But sometimes you hear a voice and it's a jolt of elation right to the soul.

In this case, it's the latter. Yata hears Fushimi's voice and whips his gaze around, lighting up and jumping to his feet. ]

Saru!

[ And then it really sinks in that Fushimi looks like just got pulled out of the bay by a spearfisher and the elation fades, cold unease creeping in instead. ]

What the hell? You look like crap!

[ And then Yata isn't even waiting before he pulls Fushimi's arm over his shoulder and drags him towards the fire. ]

[dualtone]

[ Fushimi wasn't quite expecting to be pulled quite so bodily -- which is entirely on him, because he knows how Yata operates and he should have been expecting it -- and his leg promptly gives out under his own weight when he tries to move too quickly.

Fushimi just kind of hisses as he falls, because things like groaning or complaining take way too much energy right now. Ugh, it's fine, he can just lay right here on the ground for the rest of his life, right. ]

I'm still... [ wounded, Fushimi would say, but he doesn't really want to say that and make that big of a deal of it. ]

... from fighting JUNGLE.

[ Please be kind to his ego; he's still not over Sukuna batting one of his own daggers into his leg. Like, talk about top ten anime betrayals, betrayed by his own knives. ]

[skatebird]

[ And down Fushimi goes. Yata lets out a startled, slightly strangled yelp as Fushimi suddenly sags off of him, tightening his grip to try to keep him from sliding to the ground in earnest. He managed to skateboard around with Fushimi on his back, so he should be able to manage this just fine.

At least him still being injured isn't a surprise. As dumb as Yata can be, even he doesn't expect something like that to go away in a hurry. ]

... Come on, just sit.

[ Unless Fushimi fights, Yata is going to set him down close enough to the fire to try off. Without hesitating, he snatches up his sweater and offers it to him. ]

Here. Wear this while you clothes dry off.

[dualtone]

[ Fushimi isn't going to fight it, he's just going to sit obediently. He's always ragdolled at the slightest provocation, really, and now isn't much different, when he's cold, exhausted, and wounded. Sitting somewhere safe seems considerably better than any of the other options.

Fushimi wriggles out of his jacket, which is still ... more than damp. While it was great at shielding the cold when dry, it turns out it's basically a big, squishy sponge when wet. Whoops.

Fushimi hesitates, but pulls on Yata's sweater, clicking his tongue. He doesn't want to need this, but, well. ]

I've been trying to find something to use as a bandage, but everything is wet or dirty. [ Literally the last thing Fushimi desires is dying of a horrendous infection on top of everything else. ]

[skatebird]

[ Yata had fully expected Fushimi to reject the sweater, so when he doesn't he's... a little happy, to be honest. Maybe even a little too happy. He's certainly grinning like an idiot, even if only briefly. Their relationship had left off at an odd transitional stage, as far as Yata can recall. He's glad Fushimi isn't being... well, himself about it.

The lack of bandages is a problem, however. There's their clothes, but even Yata knows better than to sacrifice those when they're not sure what the weather will be like or if there are more clothes to be found.

Still, they might not have much choice. Yata hesitates, then stands. ]

I can go look for something. Or we can dry out your vest and use that.

[dualtone]

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